I had this story written a while ago but wasn't very confident in it, but I think it's ready to be published now.
If not, I'll just update it as I see fit.
YES! This is a crossover, but the main characters from The Secret Saturdays don't show up until Chapter 4 :'(
I hope you enjoy the read!
Oh, BTW. This whole story is told from Danny's POV.
I was never one to believe in destiny. At least, not at first. Even after my battle with my jerk of an older self, I thought I was going straight. I hoped that what evil me said wasn't true.
I'm still here. I still exist. Which means you'll still turn into me.
According to future Vlad, I had lost my parents and friends, and the overload of negative emotions gave birth to Dark Danny.
However, here I was now, two years after the accident was supposed to happen, and all my loved ones were still here.
"What's the matter? Has it finally sunk in that you can't beat me, even at your own game?"
Speaking of Vlad: I'd almost forgotten I was in the middle of a fight with him. That "rematch" I was telling Sam and Tucker about a while ago. Tells you how into the battle I was.
"Sorry, were we in the middle of something? I got distracted," I said while looking at the movie theater directly below us.
I just hoped none of the civilians down below us got hurt because of my carelessness.
"By what, the movies?" Plasmius, who was initially a good twenty feet away from me, disappeared and reappeared directly in front of me.
"Then why don't you get a closer look?" He grabbed me by the shoulders and launched me into the theater parking lot with a purple ecto-blast.
"GHOST ALERT, GHOST ALERT. PLEASE PROCEED TO UNDERGROUND FACILITIES."
Vlad had installed Ghost Alert Systems into every public building in Amity Park. The ones in the movie theater attached to the mall had just picked up our presence. All the parking spots lowered about 5 feet and a kind of lid slid on top of them, keeping all the cars safe from our battle.
"Ho-ho! Cheap trick shots! Nice addition to your ghostly resume."
All the civilians that were outside rushed into the mall like moths to a porch light.
"You don't need a resume when you're as rich and powerful I am. Money and power that could be yours if you renounced your buffoon of a father."
One specific civilian caught my attention. She was a young girl in a blue hoodie and a red beanie and shorts. She looked to be around my age, but slightly younger. She was about how tall I was when I was 14. Not that I'm much taller now, maybe I gained an inch or two, but…you get the idea.
Danielle?
She had disappeared just as suddenly as she came into my peripheral vision. And just as quickly as that, the two people I didn't want to be here showed up.
"Hey, look, it's that Danny Phantom guy! And…" Dad's expression changed from joking to menacing. "The Wisconsin Ghost!"
"Alright, Daniel, this has gone on long enough!" Vlad raised his hand and a very small yet very potent flare of ectoplasm materialized in his palm.
He pointed it at me with barely a second left for me to say "STOP!"
Unfortunately, it was too late. I had turned invisible, but couldn't make in time to stop the ecto-blast from hitting my parents, or the movie theater, which was unaffected anyway thanks to the ecto-disturber metal of a shell around it.
"MOM! DAD!"
This was exactly what I was afraid of. I didn't want my carelessness to get anyone killed, especially those closest to me. Valerie. Sam. Tucker. Jazz. My parents. Losing them was the first step to 'Ragnarok'. Losing them in the alternate timeline was what made me become evil and destroy the world.
I'm still here. I still exist. Which means you'll still turn into me.
Was it my destiny to become evil? Had Clockwork and I failed in saving the future?
The engulfing blast of ectoplasm was too bright to see what exactly had happened, but when the metaphorical dust settled, Mom and Dad were nowhere to be found.
Vlad had realized all too late what had happened.
"Daniel?" For the first time in a long time, remorse echoed in his voice.
We were maybe a few feet from each other, but our minds had never been farther apart.
"This is all… your… FAULT!" My hands drove into fists as ecto-energy started building up around them. My eyes started glowing. I bent back as if I were about to sneeze, and let out the most powerful Ghostly Wail I'd ever released.
The supersonic green waves sent Vlad back and into a pole at the opposite end of the parking lot. I could feel myself getting drained with each wave that left my mouth.
The next thing I knew, I was back home.
